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HRP
I feel like a human
I know I'm a rat
I melt into instinct
I begin to think that
My home is the sewer
Calls to me in the night
Hiding forever
The end is in sight
What if Voldemort finds me?
My rodent days
Are over: I don't
Understand what he says
For even as vermin
As a scavenger
The dark mark is upon me
Burnt into my fur
Maybe he'll take pity..
Or Sirius Black
Could spare sympathy for me
Absorb the impact
Why does it always rain on me?
I, Peter Pettigrew, unable to see
The dark side of my Lord, I am unaware of
Blind to his evils and faultings above
I'm set against Quirrel, that sickening man
Unaware of the things that he can't and he can
Achieve in his lifetime, his goals are too high
He is dedicated and he looks to the sky
Not for his God, nor to Voldemort
But his victims in heaven, the trophies he caught
I laugh as I write this: I have never known
A death-eater with qualities Quirrel has shown
He is far weaker than Voldemort knew
But my, how those 13 years twisted and flew
Among us, he was faithful, and stod by the lord
His trust never wavered, he was never bored
Of the pure evil snakes milk; its sweet, bitter taste
Oh, such a pity he must go to waste
Maybe our master will spare him his life
But I deeply doubt he'll be rewarded for strife
I don't know to whom this letter is too
Nor do I think that parchment will get through
A night of my dreaming, thoughts in my head
In my heart I can hear what Lord Voldemort said
The sad aspect is, he loves Quirrel as his
Most faithful servant, he probably is
But I came back. Didn't I? Yes I did
Take Pandoras box of the dark arts. Shut the lid.
Eternally, for ever
Never wakes inside an absent soul
He can't condole the blind love he recieves
A bitter reject, deemed to protect
And destroy joy
His goal
Of fire and flame
Its never the same
As a love with the whole of your heart and your head
When its mixed with pure poison and melted with lead
HRP
I feel like a human
I know I'm a rat
I melt into instinct
I begin to think that
My home is the sewer
Calls to me in the night
Hiding forever
The end is in sight
What if Voldemort finds me?
My rodent days
Are over: I don't
Understand what he says
For even as vermin
As a scavenger
The dark mark is upon me
Burnt into my fur
Maybe he'll take pity..
Or Sirius Black
Could spare sympathy for me
Absorb the impact
Why does it always rain on me?
I, Peter Pettigrew, unable to see
The dark side of my Lord, I am unaware of
Blind to his evils and faultings above
I'm set against Quirrel, that sickening man
Unaware of the things that he can't and he can
Achieve in his lifetime, his goals are too high
He is dedicated and he looks to the sky
Not for his God, nor to Voldemort
But his victims in heaven, the trophies he caught
I laugh as I write this: I have never known
A death-eater with qualities Quirrel has shown
He is far weaker than Voldemort knew
But my, how those 13 years twisted and flew
Among us, he was faithful, and stod by the lord
His trust never wavered, he was never bored
Of the pure evil snakes milk; its sweet, bitter taste
Oh, such a pity he must go to waste
Maybe our master will spare him his life
But I deeply doubt he'll be rewarded for strife
I don't know to whom this letter is too
Nor do I think that parchment will get through
A night of my dreaming, thoughts in my head
In my heart I can hear what Lord Voldemort said
The sad aspect is, he loves Quirrel as his
Most faithful servant, he probably is
But I came back. Didn't I? Yes I did
Take Pandoras box of the dark arts. Shut the lid.
Eternally, for ever
Never wakes inside an absent soul
He can't condole the blind love he recieves
A bitter reject, deemed to protect
And destroy joy
His goal
Of fire and flame
Its never the same
As a love with the whole of your heart and your head
When its mixed with pure poison and melted with lead